Yes and Peter watches before...

Craig propped his phone up against the window and swiftly dressed. Tiptoeing through the hall he snuck out the back door and made a b-line to the tearfully unaware superhero. Craig could kind of understand how Peter felt, he also loved MJ in his own way, but he also remembered Peter’s face and attitude when they first met.

“Hey Mr. Parker, what are you doing there?” Shouted Craig, he wanted the everyone in every cabin to see this. He needed witnesses for what was to come.

Peter’s head looked like it would twist off with how fast he spun to face the intruder on his voyeurism, shame painted his face. Only now realizing how wet the front of his shorts were. Fuck.

“Jeez Mr. Parker, you would think with a hot piece like MJ you wouldn’t stoop to spying on my uncle’s lovemaking. You know his latest bitch is fucking loud, I could barely sleep last night. Think maybe I could sleep at your place tonight? Repeat of a few nights ago?” Craig continued talking as he moved closer and closer to the distraught man, “It would be a huge favor, I loved how nice and warm MJ was to me.”

Rage filled Peter’s eyes as his heightened senses heard MJ scream in orgasm and say a phrase he thought he would never hear, “I love you Nick.”

"Ohh, wow. Didn't think the bitch would confess so soon. Falling in love with Uncle Nick. Wonder if she is as hot as she sounds. You've been watching Petey, what do you say? Hot, not? Butterface?" Craig slung an arm around Peter and dragged him to the window to look in. "Wonder if they will have a nice ceremony. Heard Uncle Nick was going to make some serious dough soon."

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. God babe, your cock is so good. So much bigger than my husband." Screamed the redhead.

"Wow, what a freak right Peter. I can see why you were watching. Can only see her backside but what a backside. Probably nothing like MJ's, never got a great look at that but wow. This bitch is a red head also. Damn red heads can fuck. See how she glides up until, yep there, you can see a tiny bit of the head of my uncles cock. Shit he has a big thick cock. I'm not even that thick. Maybe a bit longer though. What about you Peter? You must be huge to keep MJ satisfied."

Peter grimaced his mind swimming in memories of making love to MJ. Hearing her soft moans and groans as he touched and caressed her. He felt like he was drowning. She had never sounded like this with him. Nick was splitting her apart, and she was loving it.

"Why are you shaking Peter? Don't tell me you are a runt, are you? Little tiny penis maybe? Can you picture MJ in there, getting railed by Uncle Nick, in that redhead's place? So hot, right?" Craig twisted the knife deeper in Peter's abused psyche. Grinning lewdly as his cock grew at humiliating the handsome man next to him. He could still see the sneer in Peter's eyes the first night they met. He wanted to return the humiliation ten-fold.

Peter nearly slumped to the ground, only held up by Craig's reassuring arm around him. What a twist of fate. He couldn't admit how hot it was watching MJ get thoroughly fucked. He couldn't even admit it was MJ to the boy next to him. A boy he knew had also fucked MJ, through her own admission. He didn't quite believe it. MJ fucking this skinny, ugly druggie.

"Petey boy, you really are small." Craig said as he gripped Peter's manhood and squeezed, harder than Peter thought possible. Craig made sure the angle of him squeezing was blocked by their backs. "Ohh look, she's climbing off and changi...nope she's sucking him. What a slut!"

Peter watched as MJ jumped off Nick's lap and drilled her face down over the large girthy member. Nick could see out the window now, if he wanted to do so. Fortunately he threw his head back and sighed. Peter took the opportunity to duck down. His motion causing Craig's hand to slide from his shoulder to the top of his head.

Craig couldn't believe his luck, as if by instinct he tightened his grip and held Peter's swaying head while saying, "Don't worry Peter, I'll make sure Uncle Nick doesn't see you. Damn that bitch is getting into it. Want to hear what she's doing now?"

"Yes," Peter croaked.

"She's giving him a tit job and sucking on the head of his cock at the same time. Something those of us with large cock's can do. Take a look at my crotch for reference." Craig said as he turned the shaken man to look at his massive bulge in his pants. "Only something about that big can truly break a woman, or a man."

Reaching down with his other hand, Craig unzipped his fly and pulled his engorged member out, so it hung in front of a now terrified Peter's face, precum dripping and bubbling from the mini-volcano, "You know they have a saying where I sleep. A mouth is a mouth."

Craig laughed as Peter's mouth opened, "Ohh wow, there she goes back down to the base of his cock. Maybe you want to experience what she is? Well that first saying, it goes well with a second saying of mine, 'I'm not gay, you're sucking my cock.'"

And with a lunge forward, four inches of thick salty cock entered Peter's mouth. "Not as good as the bitch inside, but still, A for effort there Mrs. Parker." Craig laughed as he began to saw in and out of the amazing spiderman's face.

Catching Nick's eye, Craig pointed down and mouthed 'Peter' before making a BJ motion. Nick's only response was to gather MJ's hair in his hands and pulling her back onto his lap as he kissed her. This time in a reverse-cowgirl, giving his nephew a fantastic view of the couple making love.

"Shit, that is MJ. Holy shit, you are blowing me while your wife is riding my uncle in reverse cowgirl. You two are such cock-sluts. You know I fucked her a ton since the first night I stayed at your place. If I knew you loved the D also, I wouldn't have hidden it from you." Craig crowed as he shoved Peter two inches further down.

It was too much for Peter as he used his superior strength to break away and stand up. Without looking in the window Peter sucker-punched Craig in the face, sending blood gushing from his nose and mouth and the young druggie reeling to the ground cursing.

Nick and MJ could see what was happening, the punch, and so Nick paused his session with MJ, picking her up and starting to dress. Pete looked in as MJ lay on the couch watching him, saliva and pre-cum dripping from both of their mouths. MJ only looked away in anger as Nick called the police on his coworker for ****, before telling MJ to dress for when the cops arrive and wait in the kitchen.

Peter could only hang his head and wander off toward the cabin they once shared.

“Babe wake-up and come out here.” Nick shouted into his bedroom.

A few minutes later a ravishing blond dressed in a simple tight white one shoulder crop top white t-shirt cut short lower abs and tight brown leather pants with a large oversized belt strode into the room with an air that exuded confidence. She was playing with a long black hair tie that was wrapped once around her neck. “Hey slut, what’s up Nick?”

“Babe, we are in time out from Master-**** time. MJ had a very rough day after she left and I think it might be good if she had another woman to talk to about it. So come here and snuggle with us on the couch. We can have fun again when she’s feeling better.”

“Sounded like you already had fun.”

“We were making love; she needed to know she was cared for. MJ has punishments and a photoshoot and the like today but for now she needs support. The main issue is, it appears Peter was spying on us and then decided to blow my nephew. Then at some point he punched Craig in the face and so I just called the cops.”

“Got it, so what happened to MJ last night so she needed loving?”

Nick raised his eyebrow slightly as he watched his potential partner lie without batting an eyelid. They would need a serious conversation, but he also knew how dangerous of a game she played, so he could wait. If he got around to putting a ring on it, she would have a limited time to come out with her secondary life, or he would have to bring it up and she wouldn’t like that.

Plus it appeared he needed to deal with the police.